Welcome to Poetry Friday!
(I'm posting early because I know how you guys are. I'm the same way, so welcome, kindred spirits.)
I was waffling about what to post today. Atticus gave me a couple of ideas and they were lovely and heady but I was in the mood for something about marriage. ("Sorry, honey, I don't want your ideas. I want something about marriage," I said to my spouse. Hmmm. Perhaps there's something wrong with that but there you have it.)
Then something whispered in my ear: Barbara Crooker. Crooker's poems are so real and rich. Deep currents run through her deceptively simple work -- currents we all swim and sometimes struggle through: love, nature, grief, food, dreams, marriage. Life.
So, I went wading through Crooker's website and came upon this one, which is lovely and new to me:
by Barbara Crooker
The sky hangs up its starry pictures: a swan,
a crab, a horse. And even though you’re
three hundred miles away, I know you see
them, too. Right now, my side
of the bed is empty, a clear blue lake
of flannel. The distance yawns and stretches.
(Read the whole poem here, at The Poetry Foundation.)
After I chose that one, I remembered a poem I wrote about eight years ago, also titled "Sustenance." I decided to share that one today, too.
by Karen Edmisten
requires the promise
There is flour and water —
foundation — yes,
but it begs
It must take on life,
swell in size,
its necessary confines.
baking bread for me.
It is nothing,
It is everything,
as I watch him
measure, stir yeast
and add salt,
carefully constructing a promise.
For your weekly poetic sustenance, leave your link below, and then go devour some goodness.
Thanks for stopping by!